Her Music

It trembled off the keys, — a parting kiss
So sweet, — the angel slept upon his sword
As through the gate of Paradise we swept, —
Partakers of creation's primal bliss!
— The air was heavy with the breath
Of violets and love till death. —

Forgetful of eternal banishment —
Deep down the dusk of passion-haunted ways,
Lost in the dreaming alchemies of tone, —
Drenched in the dew no other wings frequent,
— Our thirsting hearts drank in the breath
Of violets and love in death. —

There was no world, no flesh, no boundary line, —
Spirit to spirit, — chord and dissonance,
Beyond the jealousy of space or time
Her life in one low cry broke over mine!
— The waking angel drew a shuddering breath
Of violets and love and death.